Dmc Nero Rings Novels & Stories

"Ah fuck, Ambrose. Harder." "Shit, Matt. You feel so good, fuck." "Harder, please. I'm going to cum." The sounds of pounding and moaning echoed in the room, filling the air of the empty night. It didn't take long for Matthew to cum all over his chest and- *ring* *ring* *ring* Matthew groaned in annoyance and blindly grabbed his phone before answering it. "Hello?" He groggily answered.

he asked pointing to the spot on the screen. Nero hummed and slightly bent to peer closely at the screen, his arms still folded across his chest. “What are we looking for?” He leaned closer, and then he saw it. A frame within a frame. The dungeon door. The lock’s tiny status LED blinked from solid to dark and back again. “The lock reboots when the breaker is flipped,” Nico said. “They didn’t pick it. They killed power to that line for fifteen seconds.” The power outage.

he told me after he was sure I calmed down. Damon sat beside me and got something from his pocket. Taking my hand, he gently slid a ring on my finger. It was made of silver, with a big bright red gem which seemed to burn. Like a wildfire was imprisoned inside it. I never saw something similar. The band had an intricate model, an ouroboros forming the upper side. Under it was the moon and stars and a small dragon. On the inside was written something but I didn't have the time to read. It was painfully familiar to me. Like it belonged to me yet not entirely, the feeling scratching at my mind.

“It doesn’t make any s—" "The ring that gave you the power of immortality is rightfully yours, I will say that. And even though that’s a whole other problem in itself, I’ll tell you something that neither Erica—” “You know Erica?” “Nor Remy told you. All the rings are interconnected. They always have been. Something other than chance drew the eight of you together. but the second you chose the leave the realms of the 9th, the scale was tipped, but like always, it found a way to bring you back.”

She kept her hands clasped in front of her, almost nervously, and her smile was the kind that wanted to make everyone comfortable. We were led to a long table. Damon sat beside me, his knee brushing mine. A simple touch, but grounding. He always seemed to sense when I needed him close. The negotiations began quickly. Damon was direct. He always was. His words were precise, his tone sharp enough to cut through tension. Nero countered with smooth lines and diplomatic smiles. I listened quietly, observing the shifts in tone, the hidden challenge in Nero’s voice every time he mentioned “the Luna from RedMoon.”

Lena kept pleading, but Nero’s gaze was focused on his phone; she could tell from the way his grip on his phone was tightened that he was very upset and was probably trying to control it. “It’s okay if I don't see Linda when we go back, but please don’t hurt her. I promise this will never happen again." Lena folded her hands and pleaded, but still, no response. Dante could only watch her from the rearview mirror, and he shook his head. “She really knows where to press his button,” he thought, and parked the car before a mall; he needed to buy new packs of cigarettes for Nero. He walked down the car when Nero stopped him. “Go with Lena,” he ordered. He wanted to make a private call and didn'

"I may have just the thing you need." He searches for something momentarily, then brings out a black velvet display case with three rings attached. "The first ring shoots out a precise laser that can mutilate any target. The second ring, transforms into a small knife. The third ring is very similar to the second one, however the tip of the blade is laced with a powerful paralytic. Temporarily paralyzing any attackers after contact." "The last one is exactly what I'm looking for." "Great it comes in a bunch of different designs. It's available with a simple stud, or a rose, or a star."